Softly...gently...quietly falling. Transforming the landscape from grey/brown to winter white. A reminder - that no thing is final. No feeling. No event. No season. Just when we think we've got it all figured out - it changes. Life does.

And the snow is still falling. The beautiful sound of silence. No question or doubt - altho the season is long and dark and cold and sometimes hard - winter is my favorite. When everything lies dormant...warming seeds for new growth.

I'm one part wanting only to look back. To re-visit this past year...and re-member. All that was good...and all that wasn't. All that didn't happen...and all that did. All the failures...and - perhaps even - some of the successes.

And I'm another part looking forwards. That part - niggling and nagging at me...telling me that it's time to close that end-of-year-book and open another. Allow what was...to be just as it was. Look at it. See it. Roll it around for a bit and touch it. Feel it in my body. And without any judgement - let it go.

And the snow is still falling. It's only December. I need not go 'there'...when I'm still right 'here' - wherever that may be and just as I am. Today. Now.

Some days - it's harder to know where to begin. Some days - it's easier.

Today - I'm carefully considering my thoughts...I'm mindfully mapping out new directions...I'm setting fresh intentions. And I'm reminding myself - again - that no thing is final. No feeling. No season. No thought. Yesterday is behind me. What will be tomorrow...will be.

Because - today - I don't know. Where or what or how to begin. I'm doing the one thing that I do know. To show up. To breathe. To connect. To listen.